Disclaimer: See Part One

A/N: Alright, I wasn't planning on writing any more of this at all. However, a friend of mine begged, so I hauled out what I had handwritten and sat down to type it up. *grumbles and glares at Saber Tooth* So, I go through formatting it, and what happens? IT GETS LOST AGAIN!! So now I'm doing this all over again. *glares even more* This had better be worth it… *mutters* Oh, and this is about, oh, say, a month after the end of Part 2.
Okay, MOST of this was written about eight or nine months ago, so it's not very good. I was still an awful, redundant, cliché author back then-- who knows, maybe I still am. But the end of this, I have to write that. *sigh* I HAD gone through the rest of it, making these parts better…but now that it decided to erase itself (my STUPID computer!), I'm not going to edit it in as much detail. I will a little, but … not as much. *sticks her tongue out at the computer, gets out the sheet of paper, clips it up, and starts typing the story onto word processor*

"But we can't do that!" exclaimed Captain Harpian. "We're needed--"

"You're needed, Captain," said the Admiral wearily, "to take those people where they belong."

"But--"

"The Yeerk War is over, Captain Harpian," the admiral cut off Harpian. "What we need now are bioengineers, not soldiers!"

Harpian sighed. She thought that this entire process was a bad idea. The Yeerks should be eradicated, killed off. Just because there was a solution now for their problem didn't mean that those aliens should be forgiven for all the evil they'd done. However, Harpian wasn't in a position of a lot of power, so she could do nothing. "Very well, Admiral Balkentrea."

The screen blanked and Captain Alari Harpian turned away and started down towards the cell where the rogue PTs were being kept. Her heart always leapt out when she saw the children. There weren't any really little children, like babies and toddlers, but there were young children. Nine, eight, even one 7-year-old boy and a six-year-old girl. However, none of these kids cried or made a lot of noise. That was the weird thing. They didn't act like kids. They didn't act their age. They acted . . . mature. Adult.

When Alari got to the holding cell, she saw the PT prisoners deep in concentration. Like they were meditating.

"Okay, what are you doing?" she asked calmly. She didn't feel calm, of course; these PTs were mysterious, and you couldn't trust them.

They all came out of whatever it was, looking at the intruder. "None of your concern," one of them informed her coolly, leaning back against a bulkhead.

"If you're trying to escape, it won't work," Harpian informed them neutrally. "Not even with kinesis."

"We weren't trying to escape," replied the one who seemed to be the leader.

"You can't use telempathy, either. We've set it up so that only someone outside this room can open it, and they'll know if something's up," Harpian continued, making sure that all possibilities were covered. She was half reassuring herself as she was reminding them of what they couldn't do.

"We know."

"Then get out of my head," said Alari, still maintaining her calm appearance. How else would they know, could they know, unless they were reading her mind?

"We aren't in it," the leader sneered. "You 'danes. You expect us to set up blocks utterly exhausting to maintain just so that we won't pick up on thoughts that you're broadcasting loudly enough to be heard halfway across the ship! I could tell anything about you that I wanted to…not that I especially do," he sniffed, looking at her in disgust. The man paused to let that sink in. "I know that you don't want to take us back ASAP but you have to, and that frankly, you don't like our kind very much."

Harpian sighed. "Are you finished?" These rogues were way above where they should be. In Alari's mind, as soon as they were back under the control of the PTC, the better. They made her too nervous. Not that she ever wanted them to know that. She would never let them know.

They, of course, already knew. "For now we are. But we'll always speak up again. We'll speak until our opinions are heard," another PT spoke up arrogantly.

The captain sighed. That was the problem with PTs. They were determined, disciplined, and very, very stubborn. And Harpian didn't care if they "heard" that, except maybe that they might take it as a compliment.

Just then, the six-year-old girl came up. "It's cramped in here," she said plaintively, with a pleading look in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," said Harpian, her heart warming slightly, though not very much, "But you have to--"

"We'll watch her." Harpian spun around to see Keranya and Nicola standing by the door. It was Keranya who had spoken, with an unreadable look on her face. "I promise, I won't let her out of my sight. But she needs some room. All young kids do." She gave the little girl a tender look, something that Harpian hadn't seen yet from the girl who was at most other times so cold.

Keranya turned to look at the Captain again. "I'm not using telempathy. And I won't. But surely you can feel for a young child, cramped and trapped?"

Harpian gave in; partly because she didn't want to deal with Keranya bugging her. Partly-- and this she barely even admitted to herself-- was because she did feel sorry for the little girl, much as she didn't want to admit it. "Alright. But you're responsible for her. Oh, and you can take the young boy, as long as you only take one at a time."

"Thank you," said Keranya curtly, as if she didn't quite feel like Harpian should be thanked; it wasn't enough, not nearly, but they had to take what they had in this situation.

Harpian turned and left, leaving the PTs alone. The monitor was still watching, of course, so they had to use telepathy to say anything that they didn't want him to hear.

Keranya looked at the PTs. "Will you let me take her with me?" She deserves to get out. I'll take her to the gym; I can get a few games for her. You know that I won't hurt her.

The rogue whom Keranya recognized as Derasa smiled, with an expression that couldn't quite be placed; mostly a bit of distrust that was at the same time mixed with possible trust… You will not try to force your beliefs on her?

My beliefs? asked Keranya silently. Why, my beliefs are the same as yours. That all PTs are the same. Family. Keranya closed her eyes. Hard as it may be to believe, that's always in the background, always there, at Kuru. And the time will come when the "legal" PTs will no longer be controlled by normals. The only difference between us is that I am willing to wait, because I believe that it will not be that long, and I must have patience.

You may be waiting forever. We must act NOW! one of the younger ones burst out.

Keranya opened her eyes again, looking at the faces of the rogues. They did appear more accepting of the girl; although, they never were very hostile towards her to begin with. "And that is only one difference-- act now versus wait and plan and consider is really the only difference between us." She said aloud.

The little girl, whose name was Mayri, looked up and said, "Can I go play now?" Her eyes looked into Keranya's, pleading. Every telepath and telempath in the room felt the feeling of intense discomfort from the little child.

Keranya gave the small girl a half-sad smile. "Sure," she said, and gestured to the person who operated the magnetic field that even kinetics couldn't get by.

The speaker came on. "Negative. They will all try to escape."

"No they won't," contradicted Keranya. "They know that there's nowhere to go."

"You can't be sure that they won't escape."

"Yes I can. I'm a telepath, remember."

The operator reeked annoyance so strongly that even the weakest telempath could feel it. Most of the PTs winced. The operator did take down the magnetic shield, however, just long enough for Mayri to get out. In fact, he put it back up before Mayri was fully out, and the small girl had to jump forward to avoid being singed. Keranya's eyes burned with fury towards the 'dane, but she remained silent, knowing there was nothing that she could do. She grabbed one of Mayri's hands gently, and Nicola took the other.

"Come on, Mayri," said Nicola quietly, guiding the younger girl towards the door and into the corridor. They set off in the direction of the gym.

"Why am I locked up?" asked Mayri. Probing, Keranya saw that she really didn't know why. Keranya felt her innocence and her wondering, and Keranya's heart broke a little bit more. "What did I do wrong?" Mayri asked.

Keranya bent down, putting her hands on her knees, bringing herself face-to-face with the young child. "You did nothing wrong," said Keranya gently. "And in all rights, your parents shouldn't be locked up either. But the 'danes are afraid of us. They want to keep us in one place, and the people you're with don't want their lives controlled by those who hate them. They aren't exactly in the wrong-- if there's one thing I've learned, it's that there is a difference between what is the law and what is right." Keranya laughed softly. "I don't expect you to understand all this now. Just remember that you did /nothing wrong/."

As Keranya stood up, Mayri said nothing. Mayri understood partly what Keranya was saying. She understood about how her parents, and the kith, they didn't want to be controlled by normals. But what Mayri didn't understand was why the people who made the laws weren't fair. Why didn't the people choose the laws do the thing that was right?

However, Mayri didn't hate the normals, even if they were the ones who made the bad laws. No, she felt a very strange mix of feelings-- part anger, but also a large part pity-- for the normals.

* * *

"I wonder why they didn't 'feel' that we were here?" asked Cassie with tears in her eyes.

"Maybe it was she wasn't concentrating on anything but her feelings. And on that little girl," replied Tobias, a look on his face that couldn't quite be identified; there was definite sadness in it, though.

"They really are discriminated against, aren't they?" asked Melissa, looking off towards the corridor where the three children had left through.

"Seems like it," agreed Rachel. "They're too proud to admit it, but I think that they really have a hard time with most . . . what did they call us?"

Karen shrugged. "I forget, but either way, you're right. I wonder if there is a way we could help."

"Probably not," said Marco, "I doubt anyone has enough power for that, and even if they did the public would throw them out of office as soon as they even thought about putting out such a law. Anyway, we can't help them, they hate us."

"They don't hate us," said Cassie quietly. "They pity us, they are angry with us, they dislike us, even. But they don't hate us."

"How do you know?" asked Marco bitterly. "Are you a-- what did they call it?-- a PT, too?"

Rachel shook her head, looking disbelieving. "Those years in the tubes did nothing for your intelligence, did they Marco?" she snorted. "She can tell because of the way they talk, from their body language. She uses her brain-- something you should try some time."

* * *

Keranya was aware of the Animorphs following them. She hadn't realized that they had been listening in on her talk with Mayri and mentally berated herself for being so careless. She was glad to see that they had nothing but good intentions. Well, she couldn't see into Marco's or Rachel's minds, and from what she'd learned, they were the ones who would have something else; however, she could tell from the way there were acting that they weren't bigots. Keranya mentally snorted, thinking of all of those 'danes who thought that all PTs were bad and should be locked up just because of what they could do. A perfect example of this was Alari Harpian, the captain of this ship.

Come to think of it, two 'mutes in a group of seven was very rare. Only about 1 in 350 had a mental shield.

Keranya showed no indication that she could feel the Animorphs, and neither did Mayri, although both of them felt it. Suddenly Keranya had an idea.

Mayri, what is your PT? Do you have telempathy? Keranya queried of the younger girl.

Mayri gasped.

"What?" asked Nicola. "Oh, you're leaving me out again with telepathy, aren't you?"

The two telepaths could feel some Animorph spike of alarm at that; for all they did have good intentions and weren't prejudice, they were a bit nervous of the children's telepathic powers.

Keranya smiled. "If this works, then . . ." she and Mayri grabbed hands and concentrated hard.

"What are you--" started Nicola, who then stopped, and put her hands to the sides of her head and fell to her knees.

Mayri and Keranya broke apart, and heard a yell of pain that wasn't from Nicola. Turning, she saw that Rachel was on the floor, writhing in pain. Keranya gasped.

"Mayri, do you know how to help Nicola?" asked Keranya urgently. At the younger girl's nod, she gestured that Mayri should do so. Mayri knelt beside Nicola, whispering soothing words and instructions. Keranya ran over to Rachel.

"What's going on?" cried Tobias.

Keranya gestured for him to be quiet. "Not now," she said. Then, turning to Rachel, she said, "Rachel, can you hear me?"

"Y--yes," said Rachel shakily.

"Imagine a wall in front of your eyes. Rock hard. That's good. Now extend the wall all around you. Not cracks. It's completely solid. Good," said Keranya as Rachel began to calm down. She was still shaking, but the look in her eyes wasn't quite as panicky, and she could take breaths that were frantic gasps for air. By the time security came to see what the commotion was, Rachel and Nicola both had thin but adequate blocks.

"What, exactly, is going on?" asked Harpian, seeming very annoyed.

"I'm sure that everyone here would like to know that," started Keranya patiently. "You might as well get comfortable. It'll take a while to explain. And while we're at it, you might want to check up on the rogues."

"Why?" asked Harpian guardedly. She didn't like the sound of this.

"PT doesn't always emerge at the same time if you have more than one of them," explained Keranya.

"Wait, wait, wait!" cried Tobias. "Are you saying that Rachel is whatever you said? One of you guys? How is that possible, they weren't around yet when she was born!"

"We aren't yet sure what causes PT," said Keranya. "The first verifiable PT emerged only about 15 years after you went into stasis, and the first emergent was 33. People came right after him, of course, and one of the people was really born about 2 months after Rachel. I think that it's entirely possible that Rachel was-- is-- a PT. And I think that another of you is, too, which is weird, because 2 out of 7 isn't exactly 1 in 4000."

"What makes you say that you think another of us is a PT?" asked Karen.

"Different people react to PT, especially different PT, in different ways." Keranya rubbed her temples, trying to figure out what was going on, why there was a concentration right here, why the odds were so skewed with the Animorphs.

"So?" asked Jake.

"So, your friend over there," Keranya gestured to Marco, taking her hands from her head, "is pale, pure white, practically, shaking, and not moving or speaking."

Turning, the Animorphs saw that she was right; he looked practically like a ghost, frozen in place.

"Hold it!" yelled Melissa. "Are you saying that Marco is one of these PT things too? As you said, 2 out of 7 is kind of . . . improbable with the statistics that you said."

Keranya sighed. "Yeah…" she muttered, trying to figure it out herself. Suddenly, she remembered something that she learned with and with a flash of inspiration, grinned. "But two twenty-first century scientists, Dr. Eeranson came up with the theory that Extrasensory Perceptions, otherwise known as ESP or PT, is caused by a connection in the person's brain to the fourth dimension. Well," she said, her expression truly devious, "Happen to know any higher-dimensional beings?"

"The Ellimist!" exclaimed all of the five unaffected Animorphs at once.

Keranya, remembering the other girl suddenly, turned to check on Nicola. She was in about the same condition as Rachel, perhaps a bit better. Mayri was dealing with her adequately. "We'd better get them some help. And, much as I hate to even think it," some of the very observant noticed that Keranya didn't sound quite sincere in saying that, "the Rogues are the only ones who know what to do for them."

"Absolutely not!" exclaimed Harpian immediately. "They might--"

"Might what?" asked Keranya scornfully. "Brainwash them? Make them turn into evil rogues? Kill them? I think you misunderstand these guys. They dislike /normals/. They wouldn't harm a PT. We need them right now, captain, I don't know how to help emergent PTs. I was going to specialize in . . . other things." She didn't specify what they were, but the way she said it sent a shudder through many of the others.

Keranya kept a surface scan up on Harpian. She shuddered at the intensity of Harpian's…dislike…of PTs. The woman always seemed nervous around them, too. She really didn't like the idea of asking the rogues for help, but she did recognize that there was really no other choice; Harpian had no idea what do to. So she would do what seemed to be the only option, since she didn't want to appear an incompetent.

Harpian sighed. "Fine," she said, already starting to regret it.

"Can you walk?" Keranya asked Rachel gently.

"I-- I-- I th-thin-think s-s-s-so," stuttered Rachel. She tried to get up, stumbling. She groaned.

"Maybe not," Keranya said for Rachel. "Tobias? Can you carry her?"

Tobias nodded, and picked her up.

"Nicola, can you walk?"

"Uh . . . yeah." She seemed out of it, and off balance.

"Mayri, help her along, okay? I don't think that Nicola needs to be carried, but I think she needs some help balancing.

"Sure," agreed Mayri, her expression much too serious for her scant six-year-old body.

"Uh-oh," remembered Keranya suddenly, slapping her hand to her head and looking at Marco. "Change of plans. I know from personal experience that Marco will not move a muscle. I don't know how we'll move him."

Mayri's wide eyes turned towards the group. "We can bring specialized rogues here. They know that there's nowhere to run. If you take Marilan, Jarris, and Dave, it's not like they're the whole group, and it's not like if you use some guards they can get out."

Captain Harpian looked at Mayri in amazement. "How old are you again?"

Mayri looked at Harpian, expressionless, which looks quite strange on such a young face. "These guys need help very soon, captain. Will we help them, or let them suffer?"

Captain Harpian gestured to her officers. "Take the child-- she'll tell you who to take. Take three rogues-- no more."

The officers nodded, turning around and walking off briskly. Mayri's small legs had to trot just to keep up with their longer ones, but the officers made no move to slacken their pace.

Pretty stupid thing we did, huh? asked Keranya, tired.

Maybe not, replied Mayri.

Keranya had put Nicola and Rachel rear each other so that she could keep an eye on both. Nicola was in better shape than Rachel, and after some minor "tests", Keranya realized that it was because Rachel was the stronger PT, not because Mayri knew how to deal with it better. What a relief! she thought to herself, but kept it tightly sealed within her mind, so that she wouldn't insult Mayri.

Three PTs, escorted by the security officers, came into the corridor. The PTs didn't ask questions, nor did they hesistate, immediately going to work with the three emergent PTs. There were three rogues, so Nicola, Marco, and Rachel each had someone to take care of them. Each rogue PT seemed to know how to deal with each of the particular coping mechanisms used. Jarris actually got Marco out of his trance within minutes, which was quite impressive. Probably better than most healers at the PTC could have done.

Rachel was much calmer and had up a strong block. No doubt about it-- Rachel was a telepath, a strong one. She also seemed to have kinetic abilities. Nicola also seemed to be telepathic, just not so painfully strong.

Marco-- she wasn't sure of him. He was definitely a PT, but what his PT was…Keranya couldn't guess, which was very odd. Normally she could tell what PT someone had, from their actions, from their reactions; but with Marco, she couldn't tell.

* * *

As soon as she was okay, Rachel left the room angrily. She had a very large bone to pick with a certain being. "Ellimist!" she yelled. For a few moments nothing happened, and she prepared to yell the name again. However, before she could the world around her swirled, and Rachel felt dizzy. The all-too-familiar blue mist surrounded her.

"Yes?" he (she? It?) asked.

"What did you do to Marco and I?"

"Do?" (He?) asked innocently. "Why, I just gave you some . . . gifts."

"Gifts?" shrieked Rachel. "Gifts? I never wanted anything like this! It hurts!"

"You can learn to control it."

Rachel gritted her teeth. "You had no right. Whatever weird experiment you did, I don't know, but--"

"Sorry, it's non-returnable," said the Ellimist, answering her demand before she'd voiced it. "You'll have to deal with it. If it's any consolation, you'll still be fighting a war."

"What?" Rachel was aghast. "Against who?"

But the Ellimist disappeared, and Rachel was sent back to the room. "ARGH!" she screamed, pounding her fist against the wall. She took a deep breath, and calmed herself. "I really hate it when he does that," she groaned. Rachel took one last calming breath, and walked back into the room where everybody else was.

"Yep," she said, "it was the Ellimist, alright."

"How can you be sure?" asked Keranya.

"He admitted it. Freely."

"You spoke with him?" Keranya was amazed, and maybe even a little envious. "I thought that the fact that the original Animorphs were in semi-regular contact with him was a myth!"

"I wish that it was," groaned Jake.

Suddenly, the world whirled again, and Animorphs and Keranya went to into the familiar blue mist once again; the first time for Keranya.

"Not again," groaned Melissa. "Speak of the devil . . ."

Just then, the Ellimist appeared, in a shape of a human. The Animorphs weren't familiar with the body; they figured that it was just some random image that he chose to take. However, someone there did recognize it. Keranya cried out in anger and lunged to ram him. He simply disappeared, and re-appeared somewhere else.

"Very good, Keranya. I'm surprised that you remember."

Keranya made a noise in her throat that sounded very much like a growl. "Stop using his body!"

"Why, Keranya, you misunderstand. This is simply the body I used on my seven year, ah, say, vacation to earth."

Keranya had turned white. Completely white. "No." she whispered. "No. You're lying."

"What's going on?" asked Melissa.

"I think that it's a Darth Vader situation," said Marco.

Keranya turned on him, angry. "How dare you make this into a joke!" she screamed. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, and she made a gesture angrily, and suddenly Marco was gasping for breath. He pulled at the side of his shirt, choking. (A/N: Yeah, it is a Darth Vader situation, isn't it?) You can't really blame Keranya for her rash, anger-driven move; after all, she had just gotten the shock of her life.

The Ellimist sighed. "Keranya, let him go." She reluctantly let her hand fall to her side, and Marco drew in breath.

"I wish to speak with Keranya now. Goodbye," the Ellimist said, waving his hand. The Animorphs disappeared.

Keranya turned angrily towards the Ellimist. "Alright, what do you want?" She crossed her arms.

The Ellimist seemed amused. He smiled again, an action that Keranya was starting to find extremely annoying. "You are so sure that I want something."

Keranya snorted. "Of course you do. Why else would you tell me now? If you just wanted me to know, you would have told me a long time ago. So. What do you want?"

The Ellimist looked at her. "I can't just want to say 'hi' to my daughter?"

Keranya didn't say anything, but her body language was screaming "no." She raised an eyebrow, looking at the Ellimist-- she couldn't think of him as her father-- expectantly.

"You do not even know me, and yet you are so sure?"

"Yes. What do you want?" she asked shortly, completely sure of herself.

As it turned out, she was right. The Ellimist hesitated, then said, "Make sure that the rogues aren't punished, and are unofficially taken in preparation for what you know is coming."

Keranya's jaw dropped. "I knew that you wanted something -- but this! To do that-- to convince the PTC, to convince the rogues; it's practically impossible. I'm not a miracle worker."

The Ellimist raised his eyebrows and started to speak.

"Don't even go there," Keranya warned him.

"I wouldn't ask you to if you weren't able," said the Ellimist. Then, suddenly, Keranya was back in the room with the Animorphs.

"What's wrong?" asked Cassie, noting Keranya's anger.

"He wants me to do the impossible," her anger was masked very thinly. She stormed out.

"Uh, guys?" asked Melissa. "Did you happen to notice that not only did the other people here not interrupt us, but we seemed to forget entirely about them? Do you think that it’s coincidence, or--"

A scream from the other room cut Melissa off, also effectively answering her question. "Well, there's our answer."

They went rushing into the other room to find everyone, save Keranya and the Animorphs, frozen, unmoving.

"I hate it when he does this, too. Hey Ellimist!" Karen yelled. "Turn it off!" There was no response. "Darn," she groaned. "What do we do?"

Keranya was all white. "This is a lesson, in more ways than one."

"Huh?" asked Marco. The young PT girl ignored him.

Keranya closed her eyes and concentrated, hard. Rachel could "see" her picturing them moving. That not working, Keranya realized that she must be part higher dimensional and thought something that Rachel, with a 3D brain, couldn't comprehend. They started moving again.

When the others saw the eight people, not in the same place, everyone looked shocked. It was as if all of a sudden, they had all disappeared and reappeared in slightly different positions. From the point of view of everyone who had been frozen, that was what had taken place.

"Exactly what happened?" asked Harpian.

"Uh…" said Marco.

"Um…" fidgeted Karen.

"Can we not talk about it?" asked Keranya dejectedly. She suddenly got angry again. "You guys are the Animorphs, why are you letting a ship captain boss you around? What happened is the business of nobody but us. Of me."

Looking suspiciously at Keranya, Harpian said, "Fine."

Keranya looked relieved, walking slowly out of the room, deep in thought.

* * *

Keranya, thought Mark, What's going on? Strangely enough, for the tiniest fraction of a second, he couldn't feel her mind. When he immediately felt her presence again, he shook it off, telling himself that it was just his imagination.

Keranya was so agitated that Mark shuddered. Uh, Keranya? I don't know what exactly you and Mayri did-- she refuses to tell us-- but I know the signs, and some PT just came out of latency for me.

Okay, okay, Keranya, he p'said, concerned, What happened?

A shock. A major shock. Don't try to dig it out. Luckily for you, this means that I'll have to advocate you guys. Unfortunately for Keranya, the anger that she was pretending to have over that didn't extend to her thoughts.

Mark sighed. Whatever happened to Keranya was big, that much was clear. He would, however, respect her privacy and not scan it out of her. Mark could see her emotions and whatever happened was MAJOR.

Yep, p'said Keranya, and the fact that Rachel and Marco the Animorphs are PTs is just the smallest shock.

Mark's jaw dropped. The Animorphs? That was certainly big, and for all the tried he couldn't think of anything that could be bigger.

Sorry. I don't want to talk about it, Keranya repeated.

Mark sighed. Maybe he'd find out later. Whatever it was had Keranya really upset. And he knew, admittedly secondhand, that her anger is not fun. Of course, the same could be said of himself.

Wait a sec, Mark didn't send that-- in fact, he kept it tightly sealed. Mark had an idea; if Rachel and Marco are PTs…maybe one of them is a telepath. It was worth a try, there wasn't anything to lose really…except for Keranya's trust, a little voice in his head told him. He ignored it.

Marco? Rachel? Mark p'sent, hoping that Keranya didn't "hear".

Uh … who is that? the p'voice p'sounded female, as far as Mark could tell.

Rachel? he asked.

Yeah. I must be going crazy. Voices in my head. She gave a little mental smile, and Mark was surprised at how much power he sensed in the Animorph's mind.

You're not crazy. You're just a telepath.

Is there a difference? wondered Rachel. Anyway, yeah, I am, thanks to the Ellimist. Her mind's voice did not sound happy, but Mark was not concentrating on that.

Mark practically fell over hearing that. What?

Didn't you know? Oh, yeah, of course you didn’t. He created PTs. Rachel said this perfectly calmly, as if she was commenting on the weather (if it had existed in space-- admittedly they would all be pretty excited if there happened to be an atmosphere in the middle of a vacuum).

Mark was flabbergasted, to say the least. The Ellimist created PT's? That was certainly major. Oh…Wow! Is that what has Keranya all upset and all?

WHAT?! She couldn't have already known, of course…he wasn't surprised that she didn't want to tell him. He was almost sorry that he'd found out when she didn't want him to--keyword, almost.

Yeah, she just found out. This way of talking is easy…uh-oh, 'Ranya's pissed. I think she knows that I told. See ya… and Rachel's voice was gone.

A/N: Okay, take back what I said at the beginning. I didn't add in the end, and I DID do some correcting. I went through and changed what could *easily* be made better, and even so it took me almost an hour. This isn't all that I had written down on paper about the story…not even close. However, I shouldn't be working on this, I should be doing "school" stuff, so … I'm leaving off here.
Okay, I'm working on it, and I'll have one or two more out. I hope you're happy, Saber Tooth, I really do … *mutters* And the rest of you, well, I hope that you enjoyed it too … probably not, as I wrote it a long time ago, but hey, one can hope. (I didn't like it, but that's besides the point…)